Peerless Daoist

Lu Yu remembered the intersection with the goddess in front of him, which belonged to Emperor Taigan.

But Lu Yu is not Zhao Tianyin after all. Although he has accepted his past life and his origin, he does not allow this life to be obliterated.

As he said, Zhao Tianyin is Zhao Tianyin, not Lu Yu.

"Are you talking to me?"

Lu Yu looked at Goddess Hanyue, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, a grand, tyrannical, and sharp aura burst out instantly.

The Golden Dragon of Luck rose into the air and roared angrily at the Hanyue girl. At this moment, the whole world trembled, and all beings in this heaven seemed to surrender to Lu Yu's feet.

The terrifying coercion swept across the four directions, as if the master who mastered the common people was furious.

Everyone was miserable. They suddenly felt that the pressure on their bodies had increased hundreds of times. It was no longer for them to bow down. Many people had a fearful attitude towards Lu Yu.

"You..." Goddess Hanyue couldn't help but take a few steps back, her face pale.

The expressions of all the emperor's concubines changed.

They seemed to have seen the old Taigan Emperor alive, his majesty was vast, and his voice was thunderous, as if even the stars in the sky could be plucked off in the next moment.

Many concubines suddenly had the urge to kneel down, just like ants seeing tigers and leopards, they couldn't bear them not to be afraid.

"Presumptuous! Your Majesty is in front, you still don't come forward and salute!" Zhao Gao suddenly shouted loudly with a sharp voice.

All the concubines were very excited, especially seeing Zhao Gao, the former eunuch of the late emperor, now actually recommends a stranger like Lu Yu to the dragon chair, which is really unexpected.

Zhao Gao suddenly stood up and shouted loudly, "All the concubines come forward and salute, even if you have already left the palace, don't forget the court's etiquette!"

The emperors and the concubines all stood still.

They clearly sensed Zhao Tianyin's breath.

But the one sitting on the dragon chair was clearly a strange young man.

Concubine Mi looked at Lu Yu, who was entrenched by the golden dragon on the nine-level high platform, and suddenly felt a sense of trance.

Once upon a time, the late emperor was also so majestic and radiant.

"Ugh--"

Concubine Mi sighed and saluted, "Meet Your Majesty!"

With Concubine Mi starting, the other concubines looked at each other in dismay, and finally saluted Lu Yu: "Meet Your Majesty!"

The goddess Hanyue was unwilling, but after all, she couldn't resist the vast imperial power and lowered her arrogant head.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, how proud the emperor and the concubines were, actually bowing their heads to Lu Yu.

Lu Yu sat on the dragon chair, exuding a chilling aura, those eyes seemed to see through everything in this world, no matter what means, it was futile in Lu Yu's hands.

"The past is with the wind... Zhao Tianyin has passed away, you don't need to be persistent." Lu Yu let out a long sigh.

There was a sad look on the faces of many late emperors' concubines.

Goddess Hanyue's body trembled, like a child who had lost his beloved, crying loudly.

"Lu Yu, what happened to that ray of the former emperor's breath earlier?" Concubine Mi asked.

Lu Yu looked at Concubine Mi and said lightly, "Zhen Mi, are you questioning me?"

Boom!

For a moment, Concubine Mi only felt that a vortex appeared in front of her.

Even though she is a high-level god, in this vortex, she feels like falling into an abyss, and even a little top-heavy, causing heavy fainting.

The next moment, Concubine Mi woke up with a start, and a layer of cold sweat was already seeping on her white forehead.